The Mafia's Son

Chapter Three

"What do you mean, Lily?" Vigo asked, totally confused. He didn't get why Lily was against the fact that Connell offered to have a word with him.

"I mean, he's a total stranger. You don't know about him. And you should know that in this part of town, people are not to be trusted, especially people you don't know."

"I don't think he means any harm. He seemed so nice."

"That doesn't mean anything. He could be acting nice just to get to you. You wouldn't know."

"Well, I think he's of no harm. I mean, if he was dangerous, why would he want to hurt me? I don't have any relationship with him that I know of."

"Do serial killers have any relationship with their victims?"

"Well, no," Vigo said, defeatedly. He knew Lily was smart and he couldn't possibly change her mind against the fact that she felt Connell was dangerous.

"Well, then—

"A cup of coffee, please," someone said over the counter, cutting Lily off from her conversation with Vigo.

"Sure," Lily smiled. She turned on the coffee maker and poured the hot, black drink into a cup.

"Here," she said with a soft smile, handing it to the customer."

She turned back to Vigo who was already deep in thoughts.

"I just—I don't think you should trust the guy enough. Things aren't that safe here."

"Sure," Vigo said. "Maybe I'll just think it through."

Suddenly the happiness he had felt earlier after he took the card from Connell, seemed to have faded. It had been replaced with a gloomy feeling. He didn't want to believe that the young man who had helped him earlier, was dangerous. At least, it didn't feel right to think of him as someone who would want to harm him.

"Uh, is everything alright?" Lily asked as she saw the glum look on Vigo's face.

"Yeah, uh. . .everything is fine." But he didn't seem at all convincing. It was evident that something was going on in his mind.

At the club, Connell ordered Vigo a bottle of beer but didn't take it. He wasn't the type who drank alcohol.

"So," Connell said, cutting the silence that had enveloped them. "Those guys, are they still coming for more trouble? Are they still trying to get to you?"

"Uh, no. I think they've learned their lesson after last week."

"Good," Connell said. "I didn't expect them to come back after the day."

There was an awkward silence that enveloped them for a moment before Connell decided to break it.

"Do you know why I wanted to have a word with you?" He asked Vigo whose eyes were fixed on the ground.

"No, I don't know," Vigo replied.

"For the short time I met you, I saw someone who was gifted, someone who was highly intelligent." Connell paused

Vigo nodded. Although he didn't know where this conversation was going, he had to pay attention.

"You didn't know, but I kind of read you. You are someone who wants to do what's right at all costs. But then, not everything is about good and bad, you know that right?"

"I do," Vigo replied.

"Well, that I'll be a discussion for another day," Connell said. "The main reason I wanted to talk to you is about a job offer."

"Okay," Vigo said, surprised. All this while, he was thinking the reason Connell wanted to talk to him was for something probably silly and unserious. He didn't know it was about a job offer. But what was the job about? Was it a decent job?

Vigo hoped it was a decent job. Something that wasn't at all illegal.

"What's the job about?" Vigo asked, politely. He didn't know whether it was right to ask, but then, he needed to know what the job was about just to be sure it wasn't some sort of trap or scam.

Till now, Vigo found it hard to trust Connell. It wasn't that he saw Connell as a danger to him or anything—that was one thing Lily tried to point out to him which he disagreed on—but he didn't know about his true intentions.

"Well," Connell said, taking a swig from his glass of beer. "I'll tell you about it if you give me your word," Connell said.

"And what is it?" Vigo asked, confused. His heart was already thumping so fast because of the suspense that was now in the atmosphere.